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248 Entries for “ground”

I fall onto the sidewalk, stone scraping against my skin.
I get back up, yelling at the bully. “Oi!”
He raises his hands in the air, laughing.
I send a flying kick into his stomach, but I miss, wind knocked out of me, and I fall onto the ground, beginning to cry.

I fall onto the sidewalk, stone scraping against my skin.
I get back up, yelling at the bully. “Oi!”
He raises his hands in the air, laughing.
I send a flying kick into his stomach, but I miss, wind knocked out of me, and I fall onto the ground, beginning to cry.

I worship the ground you walk on
So cliche so cliche
The stars are in your eyes tonite
Is there a dance with this cabaret
I can only swallow so much sugar
I can only hear so much crap
Just look at me and smile love
And I will instantly be on your lap

The ground was cold and hard and it represented his life. They could have been mistaken for each other and he decided to shape up after seeing how miserable he was going to be. He stepped onto the cold, hard ground and screamed after remembering the most dreadful time in his life.

I stand my ground I raise my hand I point at the sky ripping the sky until they notice me they hear me they listen until it makes sense and I will scream my throat raw clutch the earth dry like the lands far away they crumble in my fingers they break they whisper to the ground to swallow me down under to swallow me fast to make me disappear and they make me a pillar of salt they make me dissolve in the sea but I will not surrender I always have been I still am becoming and I will forever stay to be.

The unfolded note was on the ground when she had found it. Her fingers had unfolded it, scared to what it will say. Her eyes knew she was done reading, she dropped the note on the ground, running back to her house.

The earth was hard. I fell downward. with the horrid cold concrete to my touch. The dirty substance rubbing on my clothes. Grass growing greener than the shirt I am wearing, with trees reaching towards the skies.

The ground is hard. As I crash down and hit my face. “Ow!” I yelp I sit up but then fall back down. Pain is all I feel. It shoots through me, and All I see is the ground, now the light white carpet laying on the floor has turned red. I can’t see straight, everything shakes and my sister starts running toward me. To help me but then, I tumble to the ground, again.

Beneath my feet I feel the ground,
Though I reside within the air,
In all the chaos that exists there,
Soaring and tumbling, round and round.
My life appears to not be sound,
And rather, sense, but no compare
Can express the contrasts both types share,
As well as similarities that might be found.
Some require quarters close and closed,
A boxed-up world of strict definition,
Where logic or faith stands as ruler supposed;
I find I can’t abide such living condition,
Preferring seeking to understand hearts
Instead of “just” judging them from the start.

Laying on the ground is where I find comfort – my heart steadies, my pulse sighs, thoughts become grazing mares rather than wild stallions. There is nothing but beauty and depth and warmth, connection.Take me back.

The soft earth beneath his feet was perfect. That slight touch of reality brought his mind back to the present, and he found it was a little easier to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. It’s funny how the rhythm of life can so easily be found again, with the tiniest push.

I feel grounded for the first time in a year. One year ago I threw my cheating husband out and felt afloat, no idea what I was doing or where my life was headed. Now I feel more settled and together. And so much happier. I’m grounded, I’m together. And now I’m ready to soar once again.